Fiction

Shark tooth

Jane Wageman She met him collecting shark teeth on the South Carolina shore and he was not a beach bum

Elise Blackwell Because I am not a good-looking man in anyone’s book, with my slit eyes and thorny hair, her

Maegan Poland Back then, I couldn’t tell the age of adults. Now, I picture his face waxy like a Ken

Jan Stinchcomb There’s a little devil running around our neighborhood. We’ve seen him. In colonial Massachusetts, on the other side

Nora Wagner After Ivan’s sister dies, he can’t sleep without the ocean waves sound machine. I go along with it,

Michelle Ross My daughter’s favorite game is Make-believe. Make-believe you’re a witch, she says. Make-believe you’re a snail. Make-believe this

Joe Johnson Marco was the only boy in Home Economics. He was the boy who could sew. Back then, in

Sara Novic I am an endangered species. According to the Official Record, there hasn’t been a deaf person born in

Anna Vangala Jones When my younger sister died, I lost myself in my art. I missed her so much, I crafted